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Titus Young did not have a productive court appearance today, refusing to acknowledge or respond to a judge's questions. [PFT]

Ole Miss had tackle Terrell Brown officially listed at 385. That was either a lie, or he's had a sedentary spring, because after the Rams signed him as an undrafted free agent earlier in the week, they put him on the scale and got a big surprise.

Actually, we weighed him in at 403," Rams coach Jeff Fisher said. "We had him in for a rookie tryout and he had some issues we had to clear up from a physical standpoint. But we put that behind us. We worked him out on both sides of the ball and decided that his best position would be offensive tackle.

"He's a defensive lineman trying to convert to offense, but he got through practice.''

The 6-foot-10 Brown hasn't played much at all. He redshirted his first year in juco, and missed his second due to injury. He sat out a year after transferring to Mississippi, and only saw action in 10 games his final two seasons.

NFL.com tried to recall anyone in the league larger than Brown. They came up with Michael Jasper, who weighed in at 448 pounds after his senior year of college, and looks hilarious in photos, and Mike Williams, who tipped the scales at 410 pounds after signing with the Redskins in 2009. (He also looks hilarious in photos.)

Update: Here's Brown with Rams's third-round selection, WR Stedman Bailey. If listed weights are to be believed, Bailey (5-10, 197) weighs less than half of Brown.

Gibraltar, a British territory on the southern tip of Spain, was accepted as a full member of UEFA at today's meetings of European soccer's governing body. It's the culmination of a 16-year push for international recognition, a quest fiercely opposed by Spain at every turn.

Gibraltar received a majority vote at UEFA's annual congress in London, and it instantly receives some superlatives. With a population under 30,000 and just 2.6 square miles of territory, it squeaks past San Marino as UEFA's smallest member in both respects. (Don't sleep on that rivalry. As a provisional member, Gibraltar beat San Marino for its first UEFA win.)

An overseas territory since 1713, Gibraltar is culturally British in nearly every respect, as described in a fun Times piece from earlier in the week.

The Gibraltar pound, which is interchangeable with the British pound, is legal tender. Red British phone booths line the roads. Police officers wearing the distinctive British helmet patrol its streets. Low-cost airlines deposit British vacationers.

Soccer under the shadow of the Rock goes back a long way—the Gibraltar Football Association was established in 1895, with a national team forming in 1901 and league play beginning in 1907. This photo shows hundreds of British sailors attending a match in April 1934.

But, still bitter about that whole War of the Spanish Succession thing, Spain has always claimed sovereignty over Gibraltar, and in recent years has stepped up its push for the return of the territory. As part of the politicking, one of the most powerful soccer nations has threatened to boycott international tournaments if little Gibraltar were recognized. The last time UEFA voted on this, in 2007, Spain threatened to pull out of the European Championships, and bar its clubs from the Champions League. Only England, Wales, and Scotland voted for Gibraltar that election.

Who knows what backstage bargaining was done to ensure Gibraltar's approval this time around, but a 2011 ruling in the Court of Arbitration for Sport had a lot to do with it. UEFA head Michel Platini announced that future Euro draws will be set up so Spain and Gibraltar are placed in opposite brackets. This will only be a problem if both make the finals. This will not be a problem.

The upshot of all this? I get to show you the official Gibraltar National Team highlight video, set to Queen's best song.

Update: Michael J. Chandler has a different take on Gibraltar's recognition, and what it could mean for Spain's autonomous regions.

A survey finds that 16.7 percent of Nets viewers are actually from Brooklyn, 46 percent from the other four boroughs, and 30.7 percent from New Jersey. [The Brooklyn Game]

Evan Gattis is maybe the best thing going in baseball. Now he's been given a fictional backstory to match.

His real biography is the stuff of Hollywood. An unheralded prospect, Gattis dropped out of college to deal with anxiety, drug, and alcohol issues. He spent four years wandering the country before deciding to pick up a bat again. (His Twitter avatar is his ID card from when he worked as a janitor.) The Braves took a flyer on him, and he tore up the minors and the Venezuelan league, where he earned the nickname El Oso Blanco, The White Bear.

Gattis homered in his second major league plate appearance, and seemingly hasn't stopped homering since. He's gone yard 10 times in just 121 at-bats. He's homered three times in his last four games, two of those as a pinch hitter. He has one fewer homer than he has singles. His slugging percentage is nearly double his OBP. He is unreal.

It probably won't last. It's too beautiful. (Remember Shane Spencer?) But in the meantime, Atlanta is justly offering up its firstborns on the altar of Gattis. Local radio station 680 The Fan has put together "The Legend Of El Oso Blanco," a fanciful account of Gattis's journey. He was by Tibetan wolverines? He goes fly fishing for whales? Trees commit suicide to become his bat? I think this is only slightly fictionalized.

The Stars were supposed to reveal their new logo and uniforms at a big, formal event on June 4. Yesterday, the team pushed out what appears to be the logo, as a wallpaper option on their official iPhone app. Oops?

Probably not an oops. These official-unofficial "leaks" are becoming the standard for logo reveals. Over just the past year, we've seen: the Nets logo on the wall of an under-construction Barclays Center; the Astros logo sold on iPhone cases; the Dolphins logo on some ready-to-ship merchandise. All put out to build up buzz before the official unveiling—and with the internet, just as effective.

Here's how owner Tom Gaglardi described what the Stars were going for back in January:

"What I wanted for this franchise was a logo and a look and a crest that when you look at it has timeless, original-six, vintage, classic qualities to it."

The problem is, (If there's a problem; I think it's a decent logo, though the internet is giving more mixed reviews), no one will ever mistake the Stars for an Original Six team, and it's not particularly original. As Puck Daddy points out, the above logo, lodged in a circular crest, seems tailor made for jersey fronts—just like those broken out in recent years by teams like Florida, St. Louis, and Minnesota. I know Dallas was thinking Boston's spoked B, but everyone else is thinking Winnipeg. That's not a good thing.

Here's a look at the logo without the crest. Now this could look good on a chest, or on a shoulder—but the smaller the better. The Stars have confirmed that green will be their new primary color, and the only team currently doing green—the Wild, with their third jerseys—walk a fine line of cluttering up a color that can't support much ornamentation.

Chicago's Fred Tedeschi was named the NBA Athletic Trainer of the Year, as voted on by his colleagues in the NBATA. And why not? He had Derrick Rose cleared to play well before the start of the postseason.

Derrick Rose went down with a torn ACL in the first round of last year's playoffs. After surgery in mid-may, Tedeschi and the Bulls staff held a press conference to put a time frame on Rose's return. They said he ought to be back in 8-12 months.

Tedeschi talked of running a straight line and spot shooting at the three- or four-month mark. Then comes "basketball-specific activity" with no cutting.

"From there, as the body tolerates it, you'll progress to cutting," Tedeschi said. "Some of the things you've seen Derrick do over and over again, he'll have to re-learn. That's all in that span of four to six months. As he can tolerate it, we'll keep advancing until the point where you start looking at what I refer to as predictable contact. You know where it's coming from.

"Then you take the final step, which is to practice. And you see how that's tolerated and then progress to game activities."

Despite fears that his ACL injury could have kept him out all year, Rose remained on the Bulls' initial timetable. He was practicing by January. By March, just 10 months after his surgery, the Bulls cleared him to play. "He's been cleared to do everything that there is," Tom Thibodeau said. Getting a superstar able to return the court—that's the stuff trainers of the year are made of.

(Congrats to Tedeschi. The Bulls' myriad injury issues are mostly Thibodeau's fault. If Rose had come back, Thibs would have played him 43 minutes a game.)

After the Bruins played one of their worst games of the postseason, and the Rangers came up with one of their best (luckiest?), there's no reason to panic in Boston about a 3-0 series lead being cut to 3-1. Right? Right?

The Rangers stole a game because they did things they haven't been doing. Brian Boyle scored the tying goal on a power play—New York is now 3-for-42 with the man advantage in these playoffs. The OT game-winning goal came on a rush sparked by Derek Stepan winning a faceoff in his own zone—the Rangers have been dominated on faceoffs all series. But these aren't necessarily just good breaks. The Rangers deserves some credit for doing things right, finally. Unlike their first goal, the definition of a fluke:

Henrik Lundqvist called it “probably the ugliest goal I’ve ever seen.” Carl Hagelin's shot was deflected and slowed down enough to put Tuukka Rask on his backside, as the puck comically trickled past his futile stick-wave. That got the Rangers on the scoreboard, at a point they were down 2-0 and looked resigned to the offseason.

A goal like that isn't going to happen again. Or at least, not three more times, since these things run seven games for a reason. The Bruins have been the better team all series, were the better team for most of last night (at one point leading the Rangers in shots 21-8), and New York hasn't won four in a row since early March. Unless Brad Richards in street clothes is a good-luck charm, Boston still has the overwhelming advantage.

Still: history! Recent, largely irrelevant history! It was these Bruins (not these exact same humans, but guys wearing the same sweaters) that choked up a 3-0 series lead to Philadelphia in 2010—beginning with a similarly deflected overtime goal in Game 4. It was these Bruins that nearly let a 3-1 series lead slip away in the first round, until Toronto choked harder than Boston could.

And hockey momentum is particularly delicate. The NHL has seen three 3-0 series comebacks, compared to just one in MLB and none in NBA history. So stranger things have happened. As the series goes back to Boston for Game 5, is there panic in the Bruins locker room? No f'ing way, says coach Claude Julien, because the B's just got unlucky for one game.

“There’s no panic here,” Julien said. “Like I said, had we been outworked and not been there at all, it would be different here. But we didn’t get outworked. All it was is our team wasn’t executing as well as we have been lately, and we gotta go back home and play a better game. Our work ethic was there.”

Still, you're going to read a lot about comebacks and pressure and momentum in the next few days, despite the fact that 120 whole minutes of playoff hockey are still "if necessary." It's natural—what are reporters supposed to say, this series is over, Game 4 didn't matter, spend your Saturday afternoon outside instead of tuning in to NBCSN?

Nah, they're supposed to do things like pose dumb questions to Henrik Lundqvist:

Someone in the Rangers postgame locker room even suggested to Lundqvist, "All the pressure is on them now, I think."

"Um … they're still up 3-1," Lundqvist politely reminded him.

It's been six years since Tiger Woods was stupidly named the most "Now." It's time to answer: Who's Nower? [HFTE]

This year was going to be different, the front office claimed. The leaks would stop, Woody Johnson declared. It took under 24 hours from the Jets' first open practice for an unnamed player to tell a reporter that most of his teammates don't want Mark Sanchez at quarterback.

The player, who requested anonymity, told CBS Sports's Mike Freeman:

"Everyone on the team likes Mark personally but there's a general feeling among some of the players that maybe it's time to give someone else a chance." The player went on to say that he estimates that 80-90 percent of the team feels the same way he does.

This comes a day after the first OTA open to the media, one that didn't go well for the incumbent. In 11-on-11 drills Sanchez went 6-for-11 with three interceptions and one sack. The Post couldn't resist the cruel lede, "Mark Sanchez is hitting midseason form in May." (Geno Smith wasn't much better, going 3-for-10 with one INT and one sack.)

Marty Mornhinweg has indicated that he'd like to have the quarterback competition decided by training camp. So we hope every anonymous Jet throws someone under the bus before roster cuts begin.

An Ottawa morning TV show welcomed Henry the Hockey Hound to pick the winner of yesterday's Senators-Penguins game. He chose neither, because there was bacon in the studio. [TBL]

Sergio Garcia made a fried chicken joke about Tiger Woods. Some people were offended. Others weren't. Garcia apologized. The head of the European Tour, in an attempt to put this to bed, declared that "most of Sergio’s friends are colored athletes." Here we go again.

European Tour CEO George O'Grady made the comments in an interview with Sky Sports, saying that the fuss should be over.

"We know the connotation in the United States. We accept all races on the European Tour, we take it very strongly. Most of Sergio's friends are coloured athletes in the United States and he is absolutely abject in his apology and we accepted it."

Lest you think that's one of those terms that's only controversial in America, BBC soccer pundit Alan Hansen caused a firestorm in 2011 when he referred to black soccer players as "colored."

O'Grady has already expressed remorse, saying "I deeply regret using an inappropriate word in a live interview for Sky Sports for which I unreservedly apologize."

The "which superheroes would be best at sports?" debate in this post is getting serious. Can you beat this football team, from our own Owen Good?

Congratulations! It's your first day working for Major League Baseball. You probably grew up a huge baseball fan, and while this isn't as good as actually playing, you're about to embark on a fun and rewarding career with MLB. But first, there's something you need to read and sign.

Oh, and take this cup. We're going to need you to pee in it. MLB has a strict and sweeping drug testing policy that covers even its lowliest office drones. If Ryan Braun can't shoot himself full of stanozolol, neither can Jim from Accounts Payable.

Deadspin has obtained Major League Baseball's handbook of policies and procedures, the 161-page manual given to every employee before beginning work at MLB. It covers everything from building security to conflicts of interest, vacation-day rollovers to improper use of the office fax machine, for employees at MLB's central offices (the main office in New York on Park Avenue, MLB.com in Manhattan's Chelsea Market, and MLB Network studios in Secaucus, N.J.).

The full MLB employee handbook can be read at bottom. We've pulled out some highlights.

Flipping through the table of contents, you think hey, maybe this won't be terrible. Maybe they really do love their baseball here. The handbook is divided into nine "innings." Then you realize the innings are just sections. The sixth "inning" is all about how to fill out your expense reports. This is the worst baseball game ever.

Let's hit the basics. You're going to have to look presentable. No jeans or T-shirts—this is a workplace.

For a comparison, a former NHL employee tells us that the dress code at hockey's offices are a little more relaxed—jeans are acceptable, but collared shirts are still a must.

These are the paid holidays MLB you'll be given—standard, with the exception of Columbus Day. (It's the playoffs!)

Now you'll have to give a urine sample, or you won't be allowed to work here.

This one's especially fascinating. Employees, from the lowliest PA on MLB Tonight to the commissioner himself, are covered under a sweeping drug policy. It's not the same as the one governing the players—there is no mandatory random testing—but it's not far off. The list of prohibited substances is identical and comprehensive. Unlike most workplaces that institute drug testing, MLB doesn't merely test for the "Big Four" (opiates, marijuana, cocaine, methamphetamines, PCP). MLB wants to know if its web staff is taking Adderall to stay up for the West Coast games, or if the administrative assistants are on hormone replacement therapy.

Employees must submit to a urine test upon taking the job; they can be asked to submit to unannounced urine tests at any time during their employment. They're also subject to immediate testing if there's reason to believe they're using prohibited substances.

Refusal to sign acknowledgement and acceptance of the drug policy, or refusal to submit to tests, is a fireable offense.

MLB employee drug policy

By comparison, there is no drug testing of NHL employees.

We like to complain from time to time about the various ways our hopeless war on PEDs tends to encroach on civilian life. Here's a good example. Workplace testing is a morass of drug-warrior illogic to begin with, and MLB's employee policy takes things a step further into comedy. What's it to MLB if Jim from Accounts Payable wants to get swole on his own time?

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's dive in to the rest of the handbook. The first "inning" is a history of baseball. It does make for interesting reading—the version of the sport's origins officially endorsed by MLB. It eschews the Abner Doubleday/Cooperstown mythology for an admission that no one is exactly sure whether the game was an American invention, or evolved from the English games of cricket and rounders. (Bud Selig may want to read up.)

Beginning with 1920, MLB's history is told through the accomplishments of the commissioners. Each mini-biography is whitewashed. There is no mention of Peter Ueberroth's role in the owner collusion scandals of the 1980s, but the handbook does note that

Ueberroth's four-year tenure as Commissioner was marked by record attendance in every year, greater awareness of crowd control and alcohol management within ball parks, a strong anti drug campaign, and significant growth in baseball's revenues.

That sort of thing. Likewise, the players strike that canceled the 1994 World Series is not mentioned under Bud Selig's tenure. Instead, it receives a paragraph in the separate "Baseball in the 1990's" section.

The handbook's second "inning" is basically a long list of things employees should not do. Like harass each other:

Or date each other without telling HR. Or take gifts in excess of $500 from business partners, or any sort of "bribe, kick-back, gratuity or other payment." There is also a subsection specifically devoted to dealing with appearances of nepotism. Oh, and they're big on confidentiality:

The handbook warns that if employees receive free tickets in connection with their jobs, you should never sell them "in excess of the face value of the ticket." Face value is apparently fine.

Here's the entirety of the section on gambling:

Blogging! Not only does MLB describe exactly what a blog is, but it's very restrictive on what employees can put on their personal blogs. You can't even link to any MLB sites:

The third "inning" covers benefits. Like overtime, which is very specifically defined. You get time-and-a-half after working 40 hours, but you cannot add paid days off to reach the 40-hour mark. You can't bill for things like "time sleeping in a hotel room at night." You can't work overtime without receiving approval from a supervisor.

The fourth "inning" covers time off. At MLB, you're not supposed to roll vacation days over from one year to the next. But should you receive a special dispensation to carry over your vacation days, you have to take them within the first three months of the year.

Maternity and paternity leave is pretty good! Employees get up to 12 weeks off for the birth of a child. Bereavement leave, on the other hand, is limited to three days.

The fifth "inning" covers building security, including how to get a news ID card, and what to do in case of fire, bomb threats, or the receipt of threatening packages.

The sixth "inning" covers expenses and finances, and touches on MLB's travel policy. The vast majority of business flights must be booked in coach. The only exceptions are flights more than four hours long, and for those flights, only employees on the level of Senior Vice President or higher are eligible to fly business class.

At least employees stuck at the office after 8 p.m. are eligible to have their taxi fare reimbursed.

Oh, hey, MLB, what the shit is this?

Our former NHL employee tells us that their workers receive a Crumbs cupcake on their birthday, "all of it on Gary."

"Innings" seven through nine are boring. Don't read them. Here's the full employee handbook. Sign it and return it, and we'll get you set up in your cubicle.

Image by Jim Cooke.

MLB Employee Handbook

Andrew Garfield took a couple minutes off the set of Not Another Spider-Man Movie to shoot some hoops on a court in New York's Chinatown. In full costume.

Eh, even if he had web shooters and spider-sense, I'd still take LeBron 1-on-1.

[Gothamist]

Also, since we're really stretching the definition of "premium" beers, just say "You're trapped in this stadium. This is your only option. That'll be $12. Thanks."

Yankee Stadium tries to be classy, and fails miserably. Again.

Last month, the Yankees caught flak for their "Craft Beer Destination." Of the four options, all four were brewed by the MillerCoors conglomerate, and two of them, a shandy and a cider, weren't actually beers. The stand was hastily renamed the "Beer Mixology Destination."

Some more verbal gymnastics are required after DNAinfo noticed the Yankees' four "import beer" carts, located around the stadium. Of the four options, Goose Island IPA is brewed in Chicago New Hampshire, while Beck's has been brewed in St. Louis for more than a year.

The other two, Hoegaarden and Stella Artois, though also owned by AB InBev, are legitimate imports. They are still probably not worth $12 for 24 oz.

After being confronted with their questionable labeling, the Yankees' concessions operator announced the carts will be rechristened "Premium Beer." They will still cost $12.

Update: Reader Mike sends along this pic of another beer vendor at the stadium. Once again, the Yankees bat .500 on labeling their imports.

Astros fans: do not eat the yellow snow cones. They are not lemon. (The browns aren't chocolate either.)

NBC 2 in Houston aired a fan's cell phone video of a Minute Maid Park vendor bringing his tray of snow cones into a bathroom stall, setting them gently on the floor, and straight up taking a crap.

View the full video here. The fan's audible disgust is great.

He also gave a wonderfully blunt quote, in case you couldn't see exactly what was going down:

“I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This guy is taking a dump. There’s no doubt about it."

The vendor, not an Astros employee but contracted by Aramark, was fired immediately.

Poor Reid Ryan. On his very first day as Astros president, this is what he was confronted with. I guess it sets the tone.

[Click2Houston]

Look at that photo. That's not how iconic playoff game-winners are supposed to look. LeBron James adds a conference finals buzzer-beater to his resumé, as the Heat take a 1-0 series lead over Indiana, but it'll always come with a caveat: conference finals buzzer-beaters probably shouldn't come on uncontested layups.

At the risk of eliding the first 52-plus hard-fought minutes, Game 1 came down to three factors. A baffling personnel decision from Frank Vogel. A clever, familiar play call from Erik Spoelstra. And poor Paul George, fighting ghosts and guessing wrong.

Vogel put Roy Hibbert on the bench for the Heat's final two possessions of overtime. Roy Hibbert. The guy who did this just a few days ago. Inexcusable, indefensible, and even hypocritical—about an hour before tipoff, Vogel spoke to reporters and flatly said he doesn't believe in countering lineups. Yet there was Tyler Hansbrough, in for Hibbert, with 2.2 seconds left, Indiana up one.

Vogel took a stab at an explanation afterwards. Hansbrough is quicker than Hibbert, he said. Hibbert would have been caught flat-footed if LeBron drove to the rim, then kicked it out to Chris Bosh for a jumper. Hansbrough could have stuck with Bosh.

“We expected Bosh to be a spacing option. If Roy were in the game, he probably would have been first or second option. If it didn’t come to LeBron, if LeBron could one-bounce, draw Roy to the rim and have Bosh spot it up. So it’s the dilemma that they present. Obviously, with the way it worked out, you know it would have been better to have Roy in the game. But you don’t know. If that happens, maybe Bosh is making the jump shot and we’re all talking about that.”

He's not wrong; there will always be second-guessing. But the odds and common sense both deny the equal validity of the two choices. You can look your team and the media in the eye and say we forced Chris Bosh to beat us, and he did. There's no shame in that. But even without the benefit of hindsight, inviting LeBron to drive the lane is a recipe for awkward postgame excuses.

ESPN crunched some numbers, and found that LeBron played 38 minutes with Hibbert on the floor, and took just three shots from around the rim. But in LeBron's nine minutes without Hibbert in the game, he took six shots from the same proximity.

Here's what Hibbert had to say about his courtside view of the final play:

"I think as I get older, I may have to [ask to stay in]," Hibbert said. "I didn't, and in hindsight I wish I did because LeBron's layup was one I think I could've [blocked], because he served it up."

Of course, the play still had to play out. Paul George, an excellent defender, was matched up with James on the inbounds. But two recent possessions were in George's head, and they screwed him up before LeBron ever touched the ball.

On the last play of regulation, Miami showed an almost identical look. James at the edge of the paint. Bosh at the top of the arc. Ray Allen cutting toward the far sideline, seeking a screen from Bosh.

In that instance, Allen took the ball and heaved up a three. Seeing the same set, that's what George was expecting on the OT winner.

“It kind of threw me off,” George said of Allen. “I saw Ray, and then I had to fly out to LeBron.”

George came up on LeBron, but hurriedly, and wasn't close to set when LeBron started rolling. At this point, George's muscle memory might've flashed back to the play just 10 seconds prior, when LeBron drove to his right, right at the help defender down low.

An off-balance George cheated toward LeBron's right, maybe expecting him to go that way again. And again, the help was that way: Sam Young on the baseline, on Bosh. (Vogel's grand plan failed before it began. Hansbrough had switched on the pre-inbounds motion, and was now on Allen in the corner.) But LeBron went left, Hansbrough had his back to the ball, and now George was in the exact same position as every other Pacer, including Hibbert on the bench: nothing left to do but watch LeBron score.

T.J. Simers's ability to antagonize pretty much everyone he covers is legendary. So it's twistedly fitting that he's the only L.A. writer to directly call up Donald Sterling, and get the worst owner in sports to be brutally honest about why Vinny Del Negro had to go.

Simers's cranky old man schtick is on full display in this column (he spends more than a couple inches complaining about getting transferred to answering machines by the Clippers' receptionists), but it works here. The Clippers are a screwed-up franchise, and all the regular-season success in the world won't change that. When Simers finally gets Sterling on the phone, their exchanges are telling:

"Was this done," I asked, "just to hang on to Chris Paul?"

"I always want to be honest and not say anything that is not true," Sterling said. "So I'd rather not say anything."

"So I wonder, is this decision being made because the players are now calling the shots? Am I off base?"

"No, you're not off base," Sterling said. "This is a players' league, and, unfortunately, if you want to win you have to make the players happy. Don't you think that's true?"

[...]

"But if you have special players, and special players think that they know the best opportunity to win, you have to support them."

When the Clippers announced they wouldn't renew Del Negro's contract, it was reported that Chris Paul and Blake Griffin were consulted in the decision, and according to some anonymous players, the two "had some doubts about his ability to lead them to a championship." Paul is a free agent this summer.

This is the messy calculus of a star-driven league. No coach, especially not Vinny Del Negro, despite being the winningest coach in Clippers history and leading Los Angeles to its first-ever division crown—is as irreplaceable as his players.

[L.A. Times]